My Own Mind Began To Grow, Watchful

The Different Accidents Of Life Are Not So Changeable As The Feelings Of Human Nature.

In My Joy I Thrust My Hand Into The Live Embers, But Quickly Drew It Out With A Cry Of Pain. How Strange, I Thought That The Same Cause Should Produce Such Opposite Effects.

A Lofty Sense Of Independence Is, In Man, The Best Privilege Of His Nature.

Even The Eternal Skies Weep, I Thought; Is There Any Shame Then, That Mortal Man Should Spend Himself In Tears?

And The Violet Lay Dead While The Odour Flew On The Wings Of The Wind O'er The Waters Blue.